en passant

 we make our purpose since we can create

a massive universe within each mind

still in the end we each face the same fate

 

time ticks at the same space to the same date

so we must turn and face the same hard grind

we make our purpose since we can create

 

pauper and prince alike have the same state

moving in haste towards an equal bind

still in the end we each face the same fate

 

a signal comes to those who love and hate

informing us of just what we shall find

we make our purpose since we can create

 

worlds in an instant bearing the full freight

of love and instinct wholly deaf and blind

still in the end we each face the same fate

 

uttered in language that we must translate

to fill the ears of all of humankind

we make our purpose since we can create

still in the end we each face the same fate

before sunset

 in deepest silence thunder is most loud

so long to wait as sun falls into night

so many hope that all will turn out right

each of us hopes the world will make us proud

for far too long  heads bent beneath the cloud

we've let the fools define honest delight

and only said what they let us recite

it was so easy to stay in the crowd

now it is hard to be so cool and calm

as any pebble in a winter stream

when worlds depend upon more than just art

but tired bodies ache for some soft balm

it is not easy to blank out each dream

for joy insists on filling each sore heart